0 comments/ 10309 views/ 0 favorites Chances By: belle_e_button The bar was crowded; she leaned forward onto her elbows and slowly stirred her drink. The decision to come out, which had seemed so good at the time, was no longer what she wanted to do. She decided to finish her drink and head home. Just then, someone bumped her arm, spilling some of her drink. She turned to look at the person, ready to tell them off. He was staring at her, but instead of offending, his gaze felt so natural, as if she’d looked at his face and into his eyes, many times before. “I’m sorry.” He said. “Let me get you another drink.” She shook her head. “No, it’s fine, really. I was going to go home soon anyway.” She went back to stirring her drink and looking around at the people. Feeling his eyes still on her, she turned back to him. He blushed slightly and she realized that he had been checking her out when she wasn’t looking. A slow song started to play, and the dance floor filled with couples. Looking directly into his eyes she asked him if he wanted to dance. He nodded and took her hand, leading her to the edge of the platform. At first they were a bit awkward, but as the song progressed, she slid closer into his arms, resting her head on his chest. His hands slowly slid down her shoulders….stopping at the small of her back. Feeling her press her hips into his, he slid his hands down more, resting them on her ass. They didn’t talk, just felt each other’s breath rising and falling. Her hands played with the hair at the base of his neck, running it softly through her fingers. When the song ended they went back over to the bar. They sat half facing each other and sipped from their drinks. He reached over and placed his hand gently on her knee. He noticed when she was sitting that her skirt was high on her thighs. He let his hand move upwards….slightly brushing the hem of her skirt. She smiled at him. “Feel like getting out of here?” she asked him. He noticed the suggestive look in her eye, and couldn’t help but wonder exactly what she had in mind. “Sure, where do you want to go?” She shrugged, crossing her legs, so that his hand couldn’t help but slide up further. “Not sure yet, but definitely somewhere quieter.” He helped her off the stool and took her hand as they left the bar. He couldn’t help but notice, that as the cool night air hit her, her nipples hardened under her shirt. She told him she felt like walking for a while. As they walked down the street their hands wandered over each other’s bodies….groping and rubbing. They wandered until they got to an alley, and she pulled his hand, leading him about halfway down the alley. She stopped by the wall to an old building….and reached up and kissed him. Gently at first, then slipping her tongue into his mouth, feeling his touch hers as well. At this contact their hands became wild, roaming each other’s bodies. His hand slid down her chest, feeling her push her breasts into his hand. He lightly rolled her nipple between his fingers, and heard her gasp in excitement. He ran his other hand down her side, over her hip, and then up under her skirt. She giggled at his surprise when he realized she was wearing nothing underneath…and that she was already wet. He slowly slid a finger into her wetness, brushing across her clit. She gasped again, and then moaned, pressing closer to him. Her hands sliding down, cupping him gently. Loving how hard he was. She unzipped his pants, and un did the button on his boxers, releasing his cock from his pants. He pulled up her skirt, and pinned her hands above her head. Then in one smooth motion…slid into her. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then moving faster. Both of them so turned on, instinctively knowing that neither was far from cumming. He continued to slam into her; she bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly and drawing attention. They climaxed together, he let go of her hands and she clung to him. Their bodies rocking with orgasm. They rested against each other, letting their breathing settle. Afterwards, they straightened clothing, and headed back to the sidewalk. He walked her to her car. She kissed him gently goodnight. They both hovered on asking more about each other, but they had also both noticed each other wore wedding rings. It would be a night to remember, and look back on, but unless there was another chance encounter. This would be a part of their lives they would never regret, and both would most likely fantasize about over and over again. Chances This is a work of fiction. It had been a crazy week, as the owner of a software company I had to make sure the projects were on schedule fortunately this latest one was almost done just taking care of the bugs. As such I was looking forward to the weekend. Our parking space was across the street from the office and as I was waiting for the light to change I saw her. Her name was Christy and the last time I had seen her was 10 years back before we moved to this town and despite all that time she hadn’t changed much although she looked tired. With her was a little girl who appeared to be about four maybe five years old (I later learnt she was four). She was just like I remembered she always had her hair in a neat pony tail and always wore long skirts. Come to think of it I had never seen her with her hair down or wearing pants. I asked her about it once but she just changed the subject so I never asked her again. I waited until I was a few feet then called out her name, I didn’t know if she would recognize me because I had grown my hair and had a small pony tail and also had a small goatee. But she did and her face light up with a huge smile. “Jake? I don’t believe it. You look different but I would recognize you anywhere,” she said then she hugged me. At that point I turned my attention to the little girl. “This is my daughter Cindy,” and to my surprise she reached up so that I could lift her and when I did, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “She’s never done that with anyone she just met,” Christy said surprised. “What can I say? Kids love me,” I replied with a laugh. She then reached up and stroked my cheek and smiled then all of a sudden it hit me how much she resembled her mum right down to the dimples. I then turned to Christy and asked her where she was staying. At this point her expression changed to one of somberness. “I was waiting to hail a taxi and check into a motel,” she answered after a pause. Then I noticed she had a suitcase with her. “Eric and I are divorcing, he kicked us out, and in the past six months we’ve been living with friends. But they all have families of their own and can’t house us for long. He doesn’t want anything to do with us he froze my accounts and I can’t afford to fight him.” “First of all, you are not checking into a motel. My mum would kill me if she found out I let you do that. You are coming home with me. Secondly, next week we are getting you a lawyer, don’t worry he owes me one. And thirdly, lets get something to eat.” And with that, I led her to my car. I still held Cindy in my arms and she had her arms around my neck and hadn’t uttered a word. “She does talk right?” I asked Christy, to which she nodded. I lived about twenty minutes out which put me outside the city limits and as such the homes were further apart and generally bigger with huge backyards. “Wow this place is big. How much did it cost? I’m sorry that’s none of my business.” “It’s okay would you believe half a million but now I understand if I sold I could make two million easy. Anyway lets go in we’ll catch up as we eat.” I showed them their rooms and each one came with its own bathroom, the previous owner had several grand kids so two of the rooms were you could say customized for kids which suited Cindy just fine. It was still light outside so I decided to show them my back yard before we ate. I had a small playground which had everything swings, seesaws and jungle Jim, a raised pool and hot tub. Naturally Cindy wanted to go and play and after reassuring Christy that the place had been child proofed she let her go which gave us some time to talk. “Thanks for doing this, I don’t know what I would have done because I’m almost out of cash and we haven’t had a decent meal in a while.” “Are you kidding, this is the least I could for what you did for me eleven years ago. I know you told me not to ask you how you did it but I still have to ask, how did you do it?” After a pause she smiled and started, “Remember the cop who arrested you?” she asked. “I went to high school with him and during out senior year I caught him in a compromising situation with another male student.” “You mean he was gay?” I asked, shocked. ‘Yes and in the town I grew up in you didn’t want something like that coming out so I promised to keep quiet.” “What did you get in return?” “An IOU but I never got to cash it until that night you called. Actually I expected to just pay some bail or fine and take you home but when I saw him there I decided to cash it and the rest is history. One thing I don’t understand though you could have called Betty why didn’t you?” At this point I blushed a little and said, “I figured since you are only four years older than me, I could talk you into keeping this quiet from my parents and Betty as you know was a gossip and that was the last thing I wanted to put my parents through. I’m glad for that because some of the other kids ended up doing time in juvenile jail.” “Actually I did tell Victoria but talked her out of punishing you and telling your dad.” I didn’t realize this but I had a shocked look that made her laugh and for the first time in ten years I remembered why I liked her… actually loved her. She had a beautiful laugh that made you want to laugh too. Then Cindy came in and asked if one of us could come out and push her on the swing. We both followed her out and took turns pushing her. After a while we decided it was time to have dinner. Cindy didn’t want to come in so we had to convince her that she would have the whole of the next day to play as much as she liked. My fridge was always stocked thanks to my mum. After my girlfriend left, she would come in every week and cook food and pack it freezer bags so all I had to do is heat it up. I tried to talk her out of it but she wouldn’t hear any of it so it became a ritual with us. Cindy seemed to enjoy the lasagna and it turned out it was one of her favorite dishes. I on the other hand was glad to have some company. Usually, I would take my food into the den and work on a project but tonight I would eat on the dinner table might as well make use of it. After dinner I put the dishes in the washer and retreated to the living room to watch some news. I had two lazy boys and when I got to the living room she was comfortably seated on one and so I settled on the other. After about twenty minutes of watching TV, Cindy approached me and asked if she could sit on my lap. I picked her up and we settled down to watch some cartoons. Christy in the meanwhile, had gone to change and when she came back, my jaw dropped she wore a long body hugging night gown that accentuated her curves. This was as close to sensual as I had ever seen her because she was always covered up you couldn’t even tell her boob size. Now she was standing before me and before I could say anything she raised a finger to her lips to indicate that I should not speak then she pointed to Cindy who was sound asleep in my arms. “We better put her to bed,” she whispered. “Good idea,” after tucking her in we both kissed her and headed back downstairs to continue our catching up. “I forget to ask you, how are your parents doing?” “Well they’ve been divorced for six years now. My dad came home one day, I was in college then, and told Victoria that he was in love with his assistant. After that she just went to pieces, the interesting thing though is she didn’t tell me for about two weeks then one day she shows up at my apartment and breaks down. It was the most difficult three months of our lives, she seemed to give up on everything fortunately she had a good business partner to take care of business. She practically moved in with me.” “I’m sorry about that, how did you cope?” “Little by little day by day she depended on me for almost everything I was so afraid that she might be suicidal that I quit school for the remainder of the semester to take care of her. But slowly by slowly she pulled through. You see they were 16 when I was born so dad was the only man she had ever known and when they broke up she just broke down. But they both moved on dad married his new girl and we talk now and then. Though I don’t tell Vicky she never forgave him and as a rule we never talk about him. But you seem to be handling your situation a little better.” “Yeah you could say that.” “What happened?” “I wish I could say he going through a midlife crisis but this is different. After Cindy was born he was the best husband a woman would want. But after her first birthday he started acting different towards us like he didn’t want us around. Then six month ago he asked me to leave, I guess I should have seen it coming. I guess I was holding onto some hope that he would change and go back to being the loving guy I knew but things kept getting worse.” At this point she was crying and I guess due to the experiences with my mum, I instinctively hugged her. She returned the hug albeit a bit tighter but the feel of her boobs on my chest felt good. After composing herself she pulled back, looked me in the eye smiled and then kissed me on the lips. This took me by surprise and before I knew it the broke off the kiss. “You should talk to Vicky its good to have someone whose been through the same situation to help you through this,” I said in a daze. “Why do you refer to your mum by her first name?” “I’m not quite sure why but after we moved here she suggested I refer to her with her first name. At first it was a bit odd but I got used to it. She’ll be by sometime next week, she usually drops by and cooks a weeks worth of food, I tried talking her out off it but she wouldn’t listen.” We both laughed at this, we continued catching up and before I knew it, it was approaching midnight. I suggested we catch some sleep because it had been a hectic day for all of us. She kissed me goodnight on the lips and this time it lasted a bit longer. That night I couldn’t sleep catching up had brought back memories of mum and her divorce and how after moving in with me she would come into my room and ask if she could lay down with me. All she wanted was someone to hold her, at first it was felt odd but as hard as this may seem I grew comfortable with it. There was nothing sexual about and we became so comfortable with each other that when I saw her naked by accident a few times she didn’t get angry. We were always free in expressing our feelings she liked to kiss me on the lips and would refer to me as her man. I guess it was her way to show her appreciation for what I had done for her. Later she made it her life mission to get me a date and that’s when I met Amy. She was interning at her office when she set us up on a blind date, we hit it off and continued dating after we both graduated. At this time I had been designing software and was looking for buyers. As a result I seemed to spend less time with her and more time chasing the deal. Then I sold my first program and it was like winning the lotto, I bought this house and asked her to move in with me. She accepted and for a while we were the happiest lovers around. But then I started getting more deals and to cut a long story short, she grew tired of my long hours. I had bought office space and hired people to help me out. Eventually she just packed her stuff and moved out. I begged her to move back but to no avail. That was three years ago and I still find myself thinking about her, but I vowed not to make the same mistake with the next person I fall in love with. Next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, and when I walked into the kitchen Cindy was busy devouring a plate of scrambled eggs. I kissed the top of her head and sat down. “Don’t I get a good morning kiss?” Christy asked with a mock pout. I stood up and walked up to her and gave her a light kiss on the lips Cindy found this quite amusing. “I’ll be going to the store soon so write down anything you need.” “Can I come with you?” Cindy asked. “Not this time but when I get back and if your mum doesn’t mind we can go for a picnic,” I reassured her but I could still see that she wasn’t satisfied. After breakfast I did the shopping and bought child car seats. When I got back she was so exited to see me she didn’t let me put the stuff away and wanted to leave right away. The picnic was wonderful and Cindy kept running around chasing butterflies. That night when Christy was putting her to sleep, Cindy asked that I read her a bed time story this surprised her mum because she had never done that before. So she came and got me downstairs and honestly I was excited. “Are you okay with this?” I asked. “I don’t want to disrupt your bedtime routine.” “I’m glad she likes you enough to include you in our little bedtime ritual.” I followed her upstairs and we both read her a story. We took turns reading each page and after a while she was sound asleep. We both kissed her and went back downstairs we had to discuss their situation and how to proceed. “So this lawyer I’m meeting tomorrow how does he owe you?” “I designed software that streamlined his billing system, you see he did it the old fashioned way, in ledgers. As such he had been loosing money for a long time, so when we put it to work we found out his accountant, who was his nephew, had been siphoning the cash. He was able to recover most of the cash but had to fire him.” ‘You mean he didn’t turn him in?” she asked. “No he’s huge on family honor so they sent him to on of his other uncles to work as kitchen help in a restaurant until all the cash was paid off, and to show his gratitude he gave me an IOU. He is a good lawyer and you don’t have to worry about money.” “I don’t know what to say or how I’ll ever thank you.” “As I told you last night I owe you big for what you did and I hope this isn’t crossing the line but I hope you decide to stay here with me it’s a big house and I could use the company. You don’t have to decide now lets take care of the divorce then you and Cindy can sit down and decide later.” “I’ve never seen her take to someone like she did you so please don’t hurt her.” “Are you kidding I’d rather die than do that besides she makes me wish I had a family,” that came out before I could check myself. “I’ve been meaning to ask you and you don’t have to answer, how come you don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked sheepishly. After a pause I replied, “I did once. Her name was Amy but I blew it by focusing on the business more than her. I tried dating a bit after she left but it was never the same.” “You mean you just gave up on women?” “Not exactly I’m just not actively looking. Can I ask you something personal?” “Sure.” “How come I’ve never seen you in a pair of pants or with your hair down?” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink and for a moment I thought she wouldn’t answer, and then she stood up and undid the ribbon that held her pony tail up. She then ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head just like in those shampoo commercials. This took me by surprise and she looked hot doing it. ‘I grew up in very strict setting, my parents weren’t into fashion so pants were only for men and women wore long conservative skirts nothing above the knees. And when I met Eric, you know he was almost twice my age, he seemed to share my parents’ views but by then it didn’t matter. Same thing applied to my hair and am sure you noticed I never wore makeup, they believed it made women look like whores.” “You don’t need make up anyway you are one of the lucky few women who are naturally beautiful.” “I’m sure you tell that to all women you meet,” she replied with a laugh. We continued talking fashion and discovered that she used to read fashion magazines in secret and wish she could try out some of the clothes. I told her that I was sure my mum wouldn’t mind taking her shopping when she got back. That night I dreamt about Christy and how hot she looked and couldn’t help but masturbate and blew a huge load. The following week seemed to go by fast, I gave her one of my cars with the child seat and as weird as this maybe I found myself looking forward to coming home each evening. We enrolled Cindy in a daycare center and she asked that we both pick her up at the end of the day, which was fine by me. When my mum came back, she was excited to see Christy they talked late into the night and actually she decided to spend the night. After that she was a regular visitor and not surprisingly Cindy took a liking to her and even called her Nana. Her divorce proceeded quicker than we anticipated and in two months, both parties had taken care of almost everything. Vicky had gotten Christy a job in her real firm as a marketing agent. Cindy was enrolled in a local kindergarten and seemed to love it. In short everything seemed to be perfect but we all know that’s usually not the case. There was Cindy’s custody to discuss and not surprisingly Eric didn’t want anything to do with her, so we decided to sit her down and try to break it to her as gently as possible. She took it in stride and to our surprise didn’t mind that her real dad didn’t want her, because as she put it she did rather have me and for the first time since they moved in she called me dad. The following week I officially became her dad and Vicky took us out to celebrate. During this time Christy and I had grown closer and even though we didn’t sleep together we behaved like a married couple something, which didn’t escape Vicky’s notice. We would share kisses nothing too sensual when we went for walks we would hold my hands. “Why don’t you ask her to out for a romantic date?” Vicky asked me one day. “She loves you and don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way.” She was right and the following week I arranged for Vicky to baby-sit her while I took Christy out for a romantic evening. She wore a strapless evening dress that showed off her curves and the other patrons couldn’t help but sneak glances at her. She looked hot with her hair down and when we were dancing she held me tight and her boobs felt great against my chest I didn’t want the night to end. When we got back home I’m not sure how it started but before we knew it we were hungrily kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. She hadn’t worn a bra and her 32C boobs felt soft to the touch. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my room, placed her on the bed and proceeded to suck a nipple. She let out a soft moan and grabbed the back of my head and pressed me down on her tit. I sucked with abandon and as I did this I rubbed her pussy through her soft silk panties I slipped my fingers through the side located her clit and proceeded to rub it in small circles. This pushed her over the edge and she came. After recovering she stood up helped me off my clothes and pushed me back on the bed, she knelt between my legs and took my now very stiff cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me the best blowjob I’ve had in a while. During this episode not a single word had been uttered between us and well we didn’t have to. She gave good head and before long I was blowing my load in her mouth and to my surprise she didn’t waste a drop. I slipped the panties off her and laid her on the bed. I then slowly started licking her pussy from bottom up and slipped a finger in it I zeroed in on the clit and proceeded to suck it while I finger fucked her. She was so wet my fingers were covered in her cum, it didn’t take her long to cum and this time it was so intense that she shook the whole bed. It took her a while to recover and when she did she gave me the most passionate kiss ever. I positioned my eight-inch dick on her opening and proceeded to slowly insert it. She was tight like a virgin but thanks to her pussy juice I didn’t have a problem pushing in. Chances We made slow deliberate love this time I was able to last much longer and by the time I cummed, she had gone through several orgasms. We didn’t even bother covering up and just slept on the covers that night. When I woke up the next morning, Christy was gazing at me with a huge smile on her face. “What’s so amusing?” I asked. ‘I realized that we never gave you an answer on whether we would be staying, but I’m sure last night should be sufficient enough answer.” Then her expression changed to one of seriousness. “I love you so much and I hope you realize that now there are two people involved.” “Like I told you some time back, the next time I fall in love I’ll they come first and that’s a promise I intend to keep. Now how do we tell Cindy?” “Just tell her that mummy and daddy will be sleeping in the same bed.” “Don’t you think that’s a bit direct?” “You seem to underestimate her intelligence she’s quite sharp you know.” We decided to clean up and took our time washing each other. The rest of the day was spent moving her stuff to my room and by the time Vicky brought Cindy back everything was all settled down. I must admit I was a bit nervous about talking to Cindy because now our relationship was entering a new dynamic and wasn’t quite sure how she would react, but she didn’t really care as long as I continued being her dad and loved her. To be continued Comments and suggestions welcome and don’t forget to vote. Chances Hey guys, I'm back! Life has been crazy, my oldest just turned nine and my baby, who will be 10 months on the 28th is getting so big, way too fast. He's already starting to walk! Thank you everyone for your patience. I look forward to the feedback! Ashira ***** :: CHAPTER ONE :: "Wake up!" a loud exclamation, accompanied by the slamming of books on a table startled Shoshana awake and she sat up, her hand slid under her desk and around the smooth handle of her glock. "Relax, Sho, it's just me!" "Goddamn it, Mia, don't do that!" Shoshana scolded her friend as she stood up. She grabbed a hair tie from the bedside table and tied her brown hair back into a ponytail. "What are you on edge about?" Mia asked. "I've just been doing a lot of training, and going where I'm going, I need to be prepared for anything," Shoshana answered. She grabbed her bag then turned to her friend and roommate. "Don't sneak up on me like that again," Shoshana said again, her blue eyes glittered with annoyance. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that Asher and Jake are downstairs waiting for you," Mia apologized. Shoshana smiled at that, grabbed her wallet and shoved it in her bag. "Your guy is downstairs and you aren't even going to do your hair or put on makeup?" Mia asked, shaking her head. Shoshana stopped, one hand on the door knob and turned to look at her friend. "What?" she asked. "Asher. You aren't going to pretty yourself up for him?" Mia inquired. "Ash isn't my boyfriend, he's a co-worker. And we are not allowed to date because of that, even if we wanted to," Shoshana reminded her friend. And with that, she opened the door, left the room and closed it behind her. "Hey Ash, Jake," Shoshana greeted as she stepped into the main hall. "We've been given our orders," Jake said. He and Asher stood up, Jake motioned towards the front door. Shoshana nodded, grabbed her keys off the hook and headed for the door. "When do we leave?" Shoshana asked as she slid into the driver seat of the jeep. "Tonight," Jake answered. "So soon?" Shoshana asked in surprise. "Yep. Things are escalating." Jake paused. "You may not like our cover," he added. "What, do I have to pretend to like you?" Shoshana joked. "No, you have to pretend to be married to me," Asher said as Shoshana pulled into traffic. "The road, Sho," he murmured as Shoshana stopped short. Horns blared around them as cars pulled off to either side in an effort to go around now the stopped SUV. Shoshana shook her head, checked her mirrors and continued into traffic. "What do you mean I have to pretend to be married to Ash?" Shoshana asked, her voice low and even. "We will be in a country where women are property. We need to keep our cover, and you get along better with Ash, and you have a history. You and I, we act more like brother and sister. You and Ash act like you are secretly in love with each other, which the director has noticed, by the way. If it wasn't for this mission, one of you would probably be transferred," Jake answered. Shoshana bit her lip and glanced over at the passenger seat where Asher was studying her out of the corner of his eye. "Will Jessi be okay with that?" Shoshana asked after a few minutes. "Will Chris?" Asher retorted. "We broke up," Shoshana admitted. "Why?" Jake wanted to know, leaned forward in interest. "He could not stand that I worked with a bunch of men and I couldn't stand him flirting with everything that had boobs, long legs and beach blonde hair," Shoshana answered. "Sorry," Asher muttered. The rest of the drive was filled with an uncomfortable silence and Shoshana was grateful when they pulled into the compound. She parked the Jeep and all but sprinted for the elevator. "In a hurry?" Jake asked as he and Asher joined her. "I want to get this over with so we can get there and home," Shoshana answered, the thought of her first mission made her nervous and excited, butterflies danced and mingled with birds in her stomach. Jake patted her back knowingly as Asher entered his code into the pin pad. The elevator doors opened and the three of them walked inside. "Level six," Jake announced. The doors slid closed with a loud ding and the elevator shuttered to life, sending them soaring into the depths of the building. Shoshana's cell phone jangled and she closed her green eyes, sighed slightly when she saw the number on the caller ID. "Ignore him," Asher suggested. "I have. He's being a pill," Shoshana groaned. She shut her phone off as the doors slid open with a chime. Margo, the director of operations met them as they exited the elevator. Unlike Shoshana, Margo was a fiery red head with green eyes. "I apologize for the short notice, but we need a team stat, and you three were the only ones available," Margo said as she led the way to the conference room, where one of the analysts was waiting for them. "Danny, the information if you please," Margo murmured. Danny hit a few keys on the keyboard and a series of images appeared on the wall screen before them. : CHAPTER TWO : "This blows," Jake groaned as he and Asher made their way through the tiny market. "It really does," Asher agreed. "Quit your complaining and help me find this coffee shop we are supposed to meet Hamid at," Shoshana whispered. Asher took the map from her, and gave her a scolding look. "What?" she asked. "Your hair is showing," he murmured. Asher pushed the map off onto Jake's unsuspecting arms and gently tugged the Hijab down over Shoshana's bangs so that just her face was showing. "Thanks," Shoshana said softly. Asher smiled and reached for the map again. Before he could look at it however, two police officers walked up behind him. "Ash," Shoshana whispered urgently. He looked up and she pointed behind him. "Is there a problem officers?" Asher asked as he turned around. He passed the map back to Jake and took Shoshana's hand in his. "We noticed your map and that the two of you were with this young woman. She is uncovered. Why are you breaking this law?" one of the officers demanded, his eyes fixed on Shoshana. "We are American investors, looking for a country to set our business up in. We run a small technology company in the United States. I am Ash, this is my partner Jake and my wife Lily," Asher answered. "We were told by our embassy that as long as Lily keeps her hair covered that she would not have to wear the full veil," he added. "I'm sorry that some of my hair was showing, I am new at this, we do not have to cover our heads in the states," Shoshana offered softly, taking the risk that she would seem sincere and the officers would forgive the transgression. "Lily," Asher hissed, giving her a sideways glance. "This time, we will forgive your offense. If we see you uncovered again, you will not be so lucky," the officer said to Shoshana. He turned back to Asher. "You should keep your wife under better control. She should not be speaking to men she is not related to. Because you are American, we will give you this warning. Next time, we will not be so understanding," the officer warned. "Thank you, officer." Asher reached back for the map and opened it slowly. "Perhaps you could help us. We are trying to find this coffee shop." He showed the post it note Shoshana had written the name of the coffee shop on. "This shop is two streets up, on the left. They have the best coffee in all of Iraq," the officer told Asher. "Thank you very much for your help. And we apologize humbly for our mistakes. Thank you for your leniency," Asher said, taking the map back from the officer, folding it up and handing it back to Shoshana. The officers nodded, but kept a close eye on them until they had walked out of hearing range. "What the hell were you thinking talking to them!?" Jake hissed. "That they would think I was just some dumb American, but sincere about making a mistake," Shoshana answered. "Enough, let's just get this done," Asher interrupted. The three of them walked into the coffee shop and Jake scanned the crowd. "Over here my friends," a low voice said from behind a potted palm tree. Asher, Jake and Shoshana walked to the table and sat down. "Welcome. Could I interest you in a Turkish coffee?" he asked. "Please," Asher answered. "Lil?" "Just water please," she murmured. "I'll take a Turkish coffee," Jake added. "Very good. I will be back in just one moment," Hamid said and hurried up to the counter. "Does it look like anyone is paying any unnecessary attention to us?" Jake asked, he kept his voice low as his eyes scanned the small dining room. "It doesn't look like it," Shoshana replied, her voice just as quiet. "Negative on my end," Asher murmured. He glanced over at Shoshana, reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. "How are you doing?" he asked. "I'm nervous, but that is mainly because I stick out like a sore thumb," she answered. Asher laughed. Before he could say anything else, Hamid came back with their coffees and Shoshana's water. He set everything on the table and Asher handed Shoshana the water before taking his own coffee. "Man is it hot!" Shoshana complained as they made their way back to their hotel room. "You're not kidding," Jake grumbled, sweat pouring down his back. "At least your head is uncovered," Shoshana groused. "All right you too, enough. Yes, it's hot, but complaining won't change anything," Asher said with a chuckle. But he breathed a sigh of relief as they entered the hotel lobby and a rush of cool air settled over them. "I am going to check from messages then take a nap. This jet lag is awful. I'll see you both at dinner and we'll regroup," Jake said. "A nap sounds good," Shoshana agreed. She and Asher said their goodbyes and headed for the elevator while Jake headed for the front desk. "Do you know what sounds better than a nap?" Asher asked with a grin as the elevator doors closed behind them. "Hmm?" Shoshana murmured as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. "A shower," Asher answered. Shoshana nodded. "That sounds nice too," she said, her voice just above a whisper. They rode the rest of the way in silence and before either of them knew it, they were at the hotel room door. "Ash, what's that?" Shoshana asked, her voice taking on a nervous edge. Asher shrugged but glanced around the hallway, looking for anything suspicious before taking the note off the door. He unlocked the door of the room. "Stay here," he whispered after he and Shoshana had crossed the threshold of the door. He closed the door quietly behind him and began to creep into the room. "It's clear," he called after a minute. Shoshana walked into the main room and Asher opened the note. "Lil, you should see this," he said after a second. Shoshana looked at him puzzled, they were alone and he still used her cover and took the note from him. "Your room is bugged." Shoshana looked at Asher in alarm. "Why don't you take your shower first, and I'll check the work email account, then you can nap while I shower before we get to work?" Asher suggested. Shoshana gave a small smile. "Okay," she murmured, kicking off her shoes. "Enjoy," Asher said, sitting down at the table and turning on the laptop. "Lil, you doing okay in there?" Asher asked, knocking on the bathroom door. Shoshana took a deep breath and opened the door. "I'm fine Ash," she murmured. Asher closed his eyes and groaned. "What's wrong?" Shoshana asked nervously. "You're naked," Asher pointed out. "I know." Shoshana grinned at him. "Lil, this is not such a good idea," Asher said with a groan. "I love you Ash, and we're married, why isn't this a good idea?" Shoshana inquired. She took a step forward, placed one hand on Asher's arm and slid the other hand into his pants and cupped his hard cock through his boxers. "Lil," he managed. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Lily ..." Shoshana cut off his protests with a soft kiss. "Make love to me," she pleaded. Asher groaned and swept Shoshana up into his arms, pressed his lips to hers. His tongue swept past her lips and mingled with hers. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Make love to me," she whispered back. "Are you absolutely sure?" Asher asked before kissing Shoshana's neck. "Yes," Shoshana moaned. Asher lifted Shoshana into his arms and carried her over to the bed. "God you are so beautiful," Asher said softly, trailing kisses over her collar bone and coming to a rest at a pointed nipple. "So beautiful," he murmured before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. Shoshana moaned and ran her hands over his muscular shoulders. "You know we don't have to do this," Asher said softly, coming up to look into her face. "I want this Ash, please make love to me," Shoshana begged. He kissed her hard and unbuckled his pants, kicked them to the floor. "Tell me what you want," Asher commanded before capturing her lips with his. He closed his eyes and moaned when Shoshana wrapped a hand around his cock. "I need you to make love to me." Shoshana's voice was husky with passion and Asher could see the lust in her eyes as she tugged on his boxers with her free hand and squeezed his cock gently with the other hand. Asher placed his hand on hers and pulled it off of his cock gently. Shoshana looked up at him questioningly and he quickly pulled his boxers off and discarded them with his pants, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. "What?" Asher asked when he caught Shoshana staring at cock; it was rock hard and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip. "You're so big," she whispered, blushing. "I love you," Asher chuckled. Shoshana looked at him sharply. "Last chance," he warned before kissing her again. Shoshana moaned and kissed him back, sliding her arms around him as Asher eased her down to the bed. "I want this, and you so badly," Shoshana whimpered when Asher let her up for air. Asher smiled and kissed her, cupping her breast tenderly. She gasped and moaned when his free hand slipped between her legs and inside her already damp pussy. "Ash!" Asher smiled, and bent his head down and replaced the hand at her breast with his mouth. "Oh God!" Shoshana whimpered. She closed her eyes and arched upwards as Asher's fingers dipped deeper within her. Asher smiled against her breast, the nipple damp from being in his mouth and moved over to the neglected nipple, nibbled at it gently making Shoshana gasp again. Her blue eyes shot open when Asher pulled his fingers out from within her and she made a sound of protest that was quickly replaced with a soft moan when Asher replaced his fingers with his mouth. "Oh my God!" Shoshana's voice was uneven, unknown emotions welled within her, her body felt like it was on fire and Asher was the match. Her breath quickened and her muscles contracted, her nails dug into Asher's shoulders and she cried out. Her eyes met Asher's green ones over her belly and he smiled at her as he began trailing kisses back up her belly, kissed each breast gently then suckled gently on her neck before settling his lips over hers once more. "You are so beautiful when you cum," he whispered into her ear. Shoshana blushed and Asher chuckled, his fingers once again slipping inside her. Shoshana moaned and wrapped her arms around him. "I could watch you all day," he added. Shoshana made a sound of disappointment when he pulled his fingers away. Asher kissed her again and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy and thrust deeply. Shoshana's body tensed and her arms tightened as a small cry of pain left her lips. Asher swore under his breath and forced himself to stop, and holding himself still, though his body was aching to continue, he looked up at Shoshana and wiped the lone tear from her cheek. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked, his voice gruff. "I-," Shoshana did not know how to answer and she lowered her eyes. "I'm not mad," Asher told her. He tilted Shoshana's face up towards his and kissed her gently. "I'm going to move now," he warned her, his voice soft. Shoshana moaned at the sensations of Asher moving deeper and deeper within her body. He placed his hands on her hips and helped her find the rhythm. With every thrust, Shoshana's cries and moans became louder, the pitch of her voice went higher and higher and with a half cry, half moan, her body convulsed around his cock as she came. Asher closed his eyes, touched his forehead to hers as his cum spilled into her body. "Are you okay?" he asked when he was able to speak. "Lil?" Asher murmured, lifting himself off of her, concerned because she hadn't answered. "I'm okay. I feel ..." Shoshana trailed off, not knowing how to describe how she felt. "Lil?" Asher prodded, titled her face up towards his. "I feel ..." before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. "Stay here," Asher murmured and carefully pulled his cock from Shoshana's pussy. She winced slightly and Asher felt a tinge of guilt. With one last glance, he quickly pulled his boxers and pants on before going to the door. A look out the peep hole made him swear under his breath as he opened the door. "Jake, what's going on?" Asher asked. "What's going on in here?" Jake asked, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing, I'm just about to take a shower, Lily's asleep," Asher answered, praying in the back of his mind that Jake believed him. Jake held up a note and handed it to Asher. "We had one too," Asher told him. "Let's meet up for dinner in the dining room. Two hours?" Jake asked, his voice just above a whisper. "Sounds good," Asher agreed. Jake studied his friend one last time before shrugging and walking away. Asher closed the door behind him and returned to the bed where Shoshana was laying. "Are you alright?" he asked, sitting down beside her. "You're trembling!" he exclaimed and pulled the covers over her. "Talk to me," he murmured. "I didn't expect it to ..." she trailed off, her cheeks pink. "But you're okay?" Asher asked. Shoshana nodded. "I didn't hurt you?" "I'm fine Ash," Shoshana said softly. "Good." Asher kissed her gently. "C'mon, let's clean up," he suggested. Shoshana allowed Asher to lead her to the bathroom. Once the shower was on and steam filled the room, Asher and Shoshana stepped into the tub. "Ash?" Shoshana asked after a minute. "Hmm?" Asher stepped out from under the shower head. "How will we explain the blood?" Shoshana asked. Asher's head snapped forward and stared at Shoshana before looking down at her hands which held a washcloth with a few drops of blood on them. "We'll think of something," Asher said finally. Chances Chances Irina is an easy talker, she's like those people who have probably fifty cards upon her sleeve, with many stories and topics to chat about. We've known each other for more than a decade and I've never seen her running out of subjects. Carl is equally keen on subjects, but he speaks way less than his wife. Nonetheless if you have a question about anything, chances are he might know the answer or will offer to look it up and explain later, in a very didactic way. "Who's coming, anyways? I'm cooking for 10 people and hoping I won't have to skip dinner!" I ask, lying against the counter next to the stove while she looks at me through her glasses, and at her husband who is looking for something on the kitchen cabinets. I sigh while looking at the counter next to him, a piece of the just-made memory flashing before my eyes. The moans, the action, she sitting on my lap and riding on my fingers... Oh my! "... our co-workers and la gringa. Did you invite someone else?" I come back from where my thoughts had taken me to find my lady friend staring at me, as if I had listened to anything she said (which was true). I know I am about to sigh, so I fake a yawn instead whilst getting away from the counter I was lying against and turning my back at her. "I... Well, I thought about it, but I guess it would be too much to have someone new at a gathering like this... Right?" I smile rapidly and open the refrigerator so she doesn't get to read any of me – because sometimes I know she can understand me better than myself, not to mention pick things up in thin air. "Seems like you had fun already..." She lets the words out on the air while I pour myself some water and pretend there's something to be checked in the fridge. I hear Carl making noises with glasses and placing them on the table while I check for the expiring date of some random products. "But I agree. People need a lot of stomach to endure our conversations, mainly when we talk about work..." The intercom rings and I nod to Irina in response just before answering that. Four more people had arrived. "I love how sharp we all are!" I comment, looking at the first two guests and straightening my hair before getting to the door while Carl comments that we would hardly have those jobs weren't we able to be in the company either before or on time. It's 9:10 and we are already 09 people who work together, except for Carl and Eva who are married to Irina and Adam but are part of the pack. Someone gets some music rolling on the background and drinks start being served as I help two of the ladies out in the kitchen, by organizing some trays for appetizers and informing where they could find some cutlery and crockery. I name Irina the one to show the place around, since it's fresh and most of that people got to follow all the hustle of the acquisition process. People go on the tours and the place seems lively and thriving like never before – I take my moment to look around, a smile at the corner of my lips, when Sandy asks me for some water, not really interrupting me. I reach out for a cup and to the water filter, placing the cup under the tap and am on hold for the cup to be filled. {FLASHBACK ON} We were right in there and she seemed about to protest when I practically stopped rubbing her clit to penetrate her with a finger. Knowing my way around it, I slid it in the way one can continue to stimulate the C-spot from the vaginal 'roof' (aka g-spot area), from the inside. She had been holding her breath until she reached for some air inhalation followed by a sweet, long and deep moan. My breathing was heavy as well. The sight of her breasts, the feeling of having her on my hands and against my body; the sound of her breathing, sighing and moans fueled me better than gasoline and fire. I had slid another finger inside her to cover more nerves and double the contact area, starting to come and go vigorously, yet slowly, checking on her responses. {FLASHBACK OFF} "Hey, watch out!" I break from another flashback to find myself in the kitchen, holding a cup in... "Oh, dammit!" Thinking about it took longer than filling up the cup so, as a consequence, there was now water everywhere, including the cup, the stand where the filter was at, the floor, my shoes and pants. Adam, who had brought me back from dreamland, had already gotten some towels to help cleaning up that mess. "At least it's water!" I say laughing a bit as he does the same – we know we can be very clumsy. He makes a joke and I ask him to take the water to Sandy so I can go to the bathroom to better assess the need of changing clothes. Upon reaching my destination I can, under proper lighting, acknowledge that my shoes were slightly wet when I thought they might had been soaked. The gray pants I was wearing were actually pretty dry except for a spot located between the crotch and the fly – but it was water, so there would be no stain. I rub a towel over it to remove any excess of water and leave that place, heading to the festive living room when I see her. I gulp, taking a hand to straighten my hair and the other one to a pocket. Everyone is greeting her, sharing kisses, hugs and smiles. Asking her how did the travel go, if the flight was ok, if she had any plans for the following week. She definitely changed her outfit, from the shorts and top to a dark dress and different accessories. How could she have put all of that together in less than 30 minutes? I couldn't know. I was more interested in knowing when could I take them off. Again: how much has passed by? I haven't ever been one of those people who have an inner gut who lets them be a bit precise with time... or with distance measuring... or architecture/three-dimensional thinking... Whatever, my point here is that some time has passed by without me noticing it. The only thing I saw was she coming into my direction, to greet me after all. "Congratulations on your new place. It looks nice!" She opens her arms for a hug, to which I respond by opening mine and proceed to physically greet her. "Got your pants wet already?" she whispers whilst on the embrace. I can't see her face but everyone else will be able to see mine, so I just keep a simple smile on and decide not to respond her provocative question until the hug is over and we get to share a look. The scorpio inside me wants to pin her up against the wall and have her right there... but let's thank the zodiac gods for libra being in charge here and caring to be courteous. {FLASHBACK ON} She lets whole amounts of air out from her mouth as I moved both fingers in and out, slowly but steady, working on her breast and biting her neck a bit. You can't know how the counterpart is going to respond or is feeling until you're given a sign, and for this particular moment the queue was her spreading of legs apart, allowing more space for my wrist to move and the fingers to rotate as they pick up some pace. {FLASHBACK OFF} "What are you drinking?" Irina asks me as she takes a seat beside on of the girls on the couch while Carl, Adam and I each sit opposite to them on some puffs meant to accommodate about that quantity of people who won't fit on the couches. "Water, for now. Would you like some?" I reply to her dissatisfaction as she frowns her nose, making fun of my drink. She jokes around that I am probably recovering from a hangover, causing people and even me to laugh despite of not being true at all. I decide not to drink when I want to be 100% attentive and functional, and those are precisely some goals for the night. Expectations? Yeah, I try not to grow any, but I sometimes do not succeed. Dinner doesn't take much longer to be served, so everybody is full and ready for la gringa's dessert before the clock hit 11pm. She has earned her nickname due to the time she spent away acquiring a new language – basically what everyone there would like to do, but only she had the guts to do so. As any good friendship needs to be tested – and perhaps spoiled – someone unveiled a box containing some board games and Pictionary was selected (along with the hardcore rule of only miming. No drawing, no sound, no pointing). {FLASHBACK ON} "Oh my!" she lets out as my wrist is joined by my arm to keep the pace up and the penetration steady despite of her own pelvic movements and vaginal squeezing. A higher pitched moan escapes her lips and attempt of muffling the sound, shortly followed by a second one – now successfully suppressed. She takes a hand to hold onto the marble shelf where the water filter stands just before her legs bend a little, and again. Do I have the means to hold her if she can't keep herself up? I stop both of my hands against my will as I see no other better way. She turns around and blinks heavily, frowning her eyebrows and seemingly trying to put words together, probably refraining the urge to call me bad names. It's against all common sense and sex laws to stop the act unless its extremely necessary – and I made the call that, yeah, it was better to try a different setting than insist on the prior and maybe cause an accident. I pull out a chair from under the table and take a seat, and don't need to pull her to sit on my lap since she had gotten it already. She holds my head between her hands as if she needed that to ensure the sharing of a kiss. Just like that her tongue sneaks into my mouth, already getting the 3rd gear on. I exasperate, taken aback, surprised with how intense that starts out, then realize I've got some catching up to do. While she takes her time to bite my lips and caress my breasts, I run my hands over her thighs, intensely rubbing them, up until meeting her waist and moving a hand to her crotch until the thumb knuckle is moisturized and greets her clitoris for more action time. {FLASHBACK OFF} The thing about Pictionary is that people generally get into silly fights over rules, over the amount of time or over how simpler the words could have been mimicked – which is the best kind of fight, because people mimic even more. As a result everyone was tired of laughing and about to leave at around 11:40, and that's when people started sharing their goodbyes. I don't know what I was expecting since I try not to feed anything that isn't clear or expressed, but I've got to admit it felt like a kick in the stomach when everyone decided to leave altogether – including her. Nice people as they were, everyone helped out to organize the dishes at the sink and put the trash away and, just before midnight, still on Saturday night. I looked around and went over the couch to set the remotes and books straight at the coffee table, as they should be, and took some time to screen the area as if trying to spot anything anyone could have forgotten and left behind. Apparently these people are more organized than any folk I had met before – if you ignored the sink and a visible bottle of wine, no one could have said a party had been hosted there. I get to the bottle of white wine, which is nearly but not totally empty, and analyze its label. By giving it a stir I am able to smell the fruity scent that comes from the drink and decide to taste it – a bit tangy and dry. The last characteristic, I remind myself, is precisely why I do prefer scotch. I hit it again, bottom's up, guzzling what's left in there while making my way towards the kitchen and the trashcan. That's when I hear my cellphone buzzing on top of the counter next to the sink. I take a deep breath at the persistent flashing light and reach out the device to find a well-spirited message: "Hope your yawning was boredom, not tiredness". I smile and place it on my pocket, washing my hands, reaching out for the towel to dry them and straighten my hair. The sender was unknown, but couldn't I know who sent it? Chances Are My mother bought me my first Camden Joy book for Christmas two years ago. I wanted this book for almost six months after reading about it in Geek Overthrow zine. When I tore open the shiny Christmas paper and my eyes beheld the orange paperback baring the title The last rock star book; or Liz Phair a rant, my heart leapt and a guilty tingle went down my spine. Now here I was two years later waiting in line at Border's bookstore for Camden to sign my copy of Palm tree 13. I had butterflies in my stomach I sat thinking of all the clever things I could say to him. Nervously I looked to the front of the line trying to see him. From what I could see he looked unhappy, and I don't blame him most everyone ahead of me and said something along the lines of "Camden dude, I liked your book it was so like me." I just sighed and thought to myself. "No, it is not like you, you slacker moron!" a big smile came to my lips when I realized I would be the last one in line. I didn't know whether or to be excited. Slowly I approached his table. Camden looked up at me the tiredness in his eyes seemed to dissolve away as he saw me smile. "Hello, and what's your name?" he smiled back at me and I felt that tingle again only this time it wasn't anywhere near my spine. "Laura." My voice sounded far off and distant to my mind. I watched him signing my copy I felt my lip tremble I wanted to say something but couldn't. "Well, Laura how would you like to go out to dinner with this old writer?" "Yes." I about jumped out of my skin onto him. he laughed looking at me. I watched him as he gathered up his coat and briefcase and finished his business with the storeowner. A shock of electricity passed through me as he grabbed my arm to walk with me. "So, you actually read my work?" Camden sounded so amused. "Oh, yes sir, I even did a monologue from your Liz Phair book for my forensics piece." He laughed and turned to look at me. "There are no monologues in that book." I had to crane my neck to look up at him "I know but the way I did it, it was" At the coffeehouse we talked mostly of my aspirations as a writer over cheesecake. "So, you write erotica?" he asked as we waited for another slice. "Yeah, you don't think I'm sluttish?" I giggled as my foot touched his leg under the table. "No, I like a woman who knows what she wants." He smiled a slightly devilish smile. As we sat in the coffeehouse the world seemed to disappear or go on with out us, I always felt that it didn't matter now that I was being heard, actually listened to. Soon the second round of cheesecake came, and we started talking about my father not wanting me to write, then about how he decided to write. Soon we were on a third slice, time seemed to be whizzing past us. "Would you like to come to my hotel room, and continue our chat?" Camden said smiling hopefully. I breathed in deeply to calm myself so I didn't sound like a total idiot. "Yes." Was all I managed to say, but it was all I needed to say. Camden's hotel room was lovely with a modest pastel theme, I was really impressed that his publisher actually paid for this. "Have a seat, please." Camden said taking off his tweed coat. I sat in the chair next to the desk. "Thank you." I said softly. The first kiss was so electric I thought I was going to fall over dead, but instead I melted into him. He laughed as he pulled me to my feet. We spun in a wide circle and Camden let me fall backwards on to the bed. We were both flushed. slowly I unbuttoned my blouse. My breasts hung there full my heart pounded as my nipples became erect. Camden looked at me with a sense of wonder, like I was a mythical goddess. I undid the snaps on my cute little plaid mini skirt. "My little schoolgirl." Camden teased me, stroking my cheek. He knelt leaning forward his fingers lightly tugged my nipple as his mouth began its assault on my other nipple. I cried out running my fingers through his hair holding his head in placed as he sucked. He eased me down onto my back. Kissing down my stomach. He pulled the front of my bikini cut panties down kissing the delicate flesh admiring my neatly trimmed pussy. "Can I take these off?" he asked while pulling them down, he flung them across the floor. I was left in just my high-heeled Mary Jane's; he looked pleased as he spread my legs laying a blanket of kisses on my thighs. I shivered feeling my juices drip. "Camden, please, " I rested a foot on his shoulder. Camden inched forward his tongue trailed over my clit. he lapped at it quickly. I scooted down closer. Camden lifted his head. "That's it baby." He groaned pulling me closer still his tongue swirled around my slit bumping into my sensitive clit. I moaned as Camden poked his tongue into my hungry slit I wrapped my legs tightly around his head. I rode his tongue until I started to orgasm. He was very slow as my cum poured into his mouth. He stood his full length I was so blessed out from the intensity of my orgasm I didn't even notice him climbing onto the bed. He rolled me so that he was underneath me. I smiled down at him. I rubbed my pussy on the head of cock teasingly. He lowered me down on the full length of his cock; I rocked slowly rising slowly then slipped back down. Faster I went he raised his hips to meet me, we fucked like that for an hour or more I screamed his name as he seed flowed into me. "Can we do it again?" I asked sounding as innocent as a little girl. He looked me over for a moment, smiling. Camden reached out stroking my ass. I purred pressing against his hand. "Such a soft ass, so inviting Laura you are such a temptress." He kissed from my neck down my back. He crawled in between my legs his cock rubbed on my cheeks. "Please." He growled softly. "Yes." I squeaked out. Camden entered my asshole with force yet was very gentle. I pushed back against him. I had never done this before but had fantasized about doing it. He pumped me hard striking my ass with hand, it landed with a loud slap. "Ahh, yes more please." I cried out in sheer ecstasy. he spanked me again. I couldn't believe it but my body shudders in another orgasm, Camden came as my asshole squeezed tightly on his cock. As we lie there still shaking and sweating I knew he was indeed the best lover I would ever have.